Chapter 1065 No Need to Understand Tenderness

After Cong Gang had taken care of the wounds and dirt on his body, he lay on his side on the bed and squinted for a few hours when he heard the scumbag Feng Xinglang yelling and yelling from downstairs, plus the noise of kicking and banging on the door.

"This scumbag!"

Cong Gang hissed, but did not get up. Instead, he got wrapped up in the light duvet.

Cong Gang knew to take the fastest flight back to a nearby city in Shanghai, and Feng Xinglang certainly knew that too. It was just seven or eight hours later than Cong Gang. The fact that he came back so quickly was enough to prove how much he loved his son.

The wind doesn't stop, and the trees don't seem to want to be quiet; they just keep getting along with each other in a stalemate.

"Boss, Feng Xinglang is here and is breaking down the door downstairs."

Outside the door, Wei Kang's soft knock came.

In fact, Wei Kang knew that it was completely unnecessary to inform Cong Gang himself. With Cong Gang's vigilance, how could he not hear the big noise Feng Xinglang made downstairs!

It's just that none of them opened the door, and the other one banged on the door desperately, and it didn't seem good to just be in a stalemate.

It really disturbed this quiet and beautiful morning.

"I know." Cong Gang in the room responded.

Just ‘get it’?

No more, no more?

Wei Kang waited for a while, but silence returned to the room again.

"Boss, are you going to open the door? Or are you going to beat him away?"

Wei Kang also doesn't like to guess and figure out the holy meaning. Cong Gang was his boss, so he would naturally listen to what they said; but Feng Xinglang seemed to subconsciously become their boss and boss, so he still had to have long-term plans.

At least if you can't offend him now, don't offend him!

Even if you want to offend him, you have to give the order from the current boss, right?

But before Cong Gang could give the order, the wooden door, which was not very strong, was knocked open by Feng Xinglang's car.

Not only is he a scumbag, but he is also a thug!

Vulgar and outrageous! I always can’t figure out my identity!

Cong Gang thinks so. But Feng Xinglang didn’t think so!

He felt that the person who didn't know his identity was Cong Gang!

"Feng...Mr. Feng, morning."

Seeing Feng Xinglang rushing upstairs with rage, Wei Kang subconsciously said hello. We have already bumped into each other, so it seems inappropriate not to say hello.

"Where's Cong Gang?"

Feng Xinglang asked sternly.

"My boss is resting. If anything happens, wait for him to wake up..."

There was a 'clang', and before Wei Kang could finish his words, Feng Xinglang broke through the door with one shoulder.

This temporary second-story building is almost entirely made of wooden structure, and its sturdiness is still a little lacking.

Cong Gang was half lying on the simple wooden bed, quietly looking at Feng Xinglang who walked in through the door.

"Feng Xinglang, why are you so crazy?"

Before Cong Gang finished speaking, Feng Xinglang rushed over to him without saying a word, suppressing Cong Gang who was unable to react in time, suppressing him.

Maybe it wasn't that Cong Gang didn't have time to react, but he didn't expect Feng Xinglang to be... so unreserved.

"Cong Gang, where is my son?"

Feng Xinglang had already checked downstairs just now; and there was no trace of his son on Cong Gang's bed.

Feng Xinglang suppressed Cong Gang and asked angrily; the breath from his mouth sprayed on Cong Gang's cheek, almost touching the bridge of his nose.

At that time, Cong Gang's thinking suddenly slowed down for half a beat; when Feng Xinglang lifted his upper body from the quilt, he seemed to have calmed down.

"Where's the USB flash drive?"

Cong Gang did not meet Feng Xinglang's furious eyes, but asked with half-tilted cheek.

Feng Xinglang's handsome and handsome face was twisted with anger.

This time, he didn't talk to Cong Gang or play tricks; instead, he directly took out the USB flash drive from his pocket and threw it at Cong Gang's face.

"Where is my son?"

"And there are those replicas!"

He clearly had the upper hand, but when Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang, he seemed to suddenly feel guilty.

Especially Feng Xinglang's strong figure suppressed him!

It's not that Cong Gang can't bear Feng Xinglang's weight, it's just...

"Do you think I would really be so free that I would make a bunch of cheap copies to blackmail you?"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "If I want to threaten you, I have plenty of ways!"

"Say quickly, where is my son!"

Feng Xinglang roared again. It seems that I have reached the limit of my endurance.

It seemed that if Cong Gang didn't reveal the whereabouts of Lin Nuo's child, Feng Xinglang would really eat him.

"At this point in time..."

Cong Gang glanced out the window sideways, "Your son should be sleeping in your wife's arms."

Cong Gang's answer made Feng Xinglang slightly shocked: His son fell asleep in his woman's arms?

Is this bitch so honest that he would send his son Feng Linnuo to Xueluo?

"Give me your phone!"

Regardless of whether he believed it subjectively or not, Feng Xinglang demanded proof.

Cong Gang gave Feng Xinglang the mobile phone in the drawer.

"Be honest!"

Feng Xinglang still suppressed Cong Gang's upper body, restraining any possible resistance from him.

In fact, whether to resist or not, subjective consciousness is very important.

But at this moment, Cong Gang seemed to have lost his subjective consciousness and felt that his whole person was not very good. It seemed that what was suppressing him was not an eighty or ninety kilogram body, but an invisible Mount Tai.

"Hello... hello, who is this?"

A woman's sleepy questioning voice came from the phone.

"Xueluo, it's me. Where is Nono?"

As soon as he heard the woman's soft voice, the irritable man instantly became warm.

"Nono is back and is sleeping."

Xueluo kissed her son's red face and said, "Nono...he is his biological father."

"Nono is asleep, so don't wake him up."

"Xinglang, where are you? Are you back?"

"Oh, I just got off the plane and will be back in a moment. Wait for me!"

"Okay. Be careful on the road."

Thinking about something, Xueluo added: "It was Cong Gang who sent Nuonuo back. He sent it back last night. I haven't been able to get through your call."

"Well, I'll be right back! See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xinglang deleted his wife Xueluo's number. The safety of his wife and children really made him feel at ease.

"You can get up and drive!"

After Feng Xinglang made this tender phone call, Cong used his legs to push away Feng Xinglang who was suppressing him.

Feng Xinglang quickly turned over and jumped off the bed, squinting at Cong Gang.

"You're quite sensible!"

The thin lips slightly curled up, which was regarded as appreciation for Cong Gang's behavior.

"Have you had enough trouble? If you've had enough trouble, get out!"

Cong Gang tidied the bed that had been messed up by Feng Xinglang.

"You think I'm happy to stay here!"

Feng Xinglang glanced coldly, then turned and walked towards the door.

Cong Gang's eyes subconsciously followed him. Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang suddenly turned around.

"Are your injuries... okay?"

The scuffle just now exposed the scratches on Cong Gang's body. Of course Feng Xinglang would see it.

At that time, Cong Gang's sweatshirt was taken off to Lin Nuo's child. He was only wearing a T-shirt, and it was inevitable that he would be scratched by the branches and bushes.

"……fine."

Cong Gang responded somewhat unnaturally.

"That mountain forest is so dangerous and you dare to run so fast...why didn't you fall to death, you piece of shit!"

This sudden change of painting style shows the attitude and tone that a scumbag should have.

"..."

Cong Gang was speechless. I don’t want to say it either.

Downstairs, Feng Xinglang stopped and turned around to stare at Wei Kang who was seeing him off to the side.

Wei Kang was stared at by Feng Xinglang, and every cell in his body was on guard: Could this guy be unable to help Boss Cong Gang, and wanted to attack a small person like him?

Feng Xinglang groped around for a while and found the cash check that was a little wrinkled from the journey.

"Take it, consider it as medical expenses for your boss! And...that door."

Feng Xinglang glanced at the wooden door that he broke through, "Wei Kang, what's the benefit of following Cong Gang? You live in a slum, hiding around all day long, and don't have enough to eat. Do you need to go through life and death for him?" Come to me when you have time, I welcome you at any time.”

Before leaving, Feng Xinglang did not forget to use a means of alienation.

"..."

I have to say, Feng Xinglang's words really made people's hearts itch.

But Wei Kang would not do that. For people like them who are bloodthirsty, it is not easy to find the right master.

He did not return the check. It's not that he wants to take it for himself, but he feels that with Boss Cong Gang's current identity and status, he should be able to live, eat, live and live more elegantly. Therefore, he accepted the 10 million cash check from Feng Xinglang.

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Under the morning light, Feng Xinglang rushed back to the Feng family as quickly as possible.

"Second Young Master, you are back..."

Butler Mo came over immediately.

"Where's the wife?"

"My wife and Nono are both upstairs. Young Master Nono was sent back last night."

"Well, I'll go upstairs first." Feng Xinglang walked upstairs quickly.

Hearing the noise downstairs, Xueluo, who had already washed up and stayed with her son, immediately got up and opened the door.

Outside the door was the man she had been thinking about for three or four days.

He has a strong body and a tired face; his eyes are full of warmth.

"Xinglang, you're back." The woman murmured distressedly.

The woman answered with a fierce kiss from the man.

Biting the woman's warm and red lips, he vented his longing for the woman these days.

The small pain that arose made Xueluo hug the man's muscular waist even more tightly.

Feng Xinglang didn't linger on the woman's lips for long before he picked up the woman who was almost drunk from his kiss and walked towards the bed.

Feng Xinglang pulled open the thin quilt covering his son, revealing the little boy's strong, curled-up body.

"Xinglang, what are you doing...it will make Nuonuo cold." Xueluo murmured.

"Okay, no shortage of arms and legs!"

Feng Xinglang crawled over and hugged his son's warm little body tightly in his arms.

"You bastard, my bastard father really wants to give you a good beating! Make you run around!"

Even though he was angry, Feng Xinglang only pinched the little guy's butt in a symbolic way, which was regarded as a spanking.

"Xinglang, you go take a shower first, and then sleep with Nono for a while. He was waiting for you for a long time after he woke up last night."

"Come to the bathroom together, I'm going to deal with you!"

The man looked at the woman with a charming look.